Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iran and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.